[ Understandably, she had no qualms about removing her top, but the actual going through with it would be more difficult than it was to just put it on this morning. Deep, steadying breaths helped ease the pain alongside his healing magic, and for a moment, she disregarded any social hangups she might've had being in his presence as a friend and not a teammate. It made the tenseness disappear completely. ]
I hope I haven't either, or this will be a much longer process than we'd hoped.
[ Closing the rifts, that is. Because come on, she held up a dragon today, and she wouldn't deny it. Surely she wouldn't boast either, that's about the extent of it. Her doubt begins to bubble in the back of her mind, but she does her best to set it aside, unclasping the neck of her leathers to pull the collar down the best she could, because there would be no lifting her arms up and over to get it off that way. One clasp, two clasp, three clasp, revealing soft linens for chastity and small spots of skin underneath, luckily, her mail cleverly stitched to the inside of her leathers for this reason alone; to eliminate multiple layers in the even of an emergency. See the armorer's mailing apprentice do that for you, or just have her messily stitch it for you.
Still, underneath where she isn't lithely muscle lined, she's black and blue, and it's no real mystery as to why. ]
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[ Understandably, she had no qualms about removing her top, but the actual going through with it would be more difficult than it was to just put it on this morning. Deep, steadying breaths helped ease the pain alongside his healing magic, and for a moment, she disregarded any social hangups she might've had being in his presence as a friend and not a teammate. It made the tenseness disappear completely. ]
I hope I haven't either, or this will be a much longer process than we'd hoped.
[ Closing the rifts, that is. Because come on, she held up a dragon today, and she wouldn't deny it. Surely she wouldn't boast either, that's about the extent of it. Her doubt begins to bubble in the back of her mind, but she does her best to set it aside, unclasping the neck of her leathers to pull the collar down the best she could, because there would be no lifting her arms up and over to get it off that way. One clasp, two clasp, three clasp, revealing soft linens for chastity and small spots of skin underneath, luckily, her mail cleverly stitched to the inside of her leathers for this reason alone; to eliminate multiple layers in the even of an emergency. See the armorer's mailing apprentice do that for you, or just have her messily stitch it for you.
Still, underneath where she isn't lithely muscle lined, she's black and blue, and it's no real mystery as to why. ]